A Dream Within A Dream

admin — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 08:13:23 +0000

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Me, Myself

admin — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 06:00:04 +0000

I have a dream;
a dream to run in parallel with my life,
surfeited with too many expectations, hopes, and desires.
Everything going in right direction,
And crowning me with the jewel of a perfect man.
Suddenly life becomes vulnerable,
Someone hitting hard, some hitting softly,
Some appears spontaneous, some appears preplanned;
And a strong animosity develops.
Life getting bewildered by unknown reasons.
The dream I lost
And the pleasure of fancied dreams vanishes into oblivion.
For the moment I find an outsider in my own world of dreams.
Let me take an oath,
An oath to confine my dreams within myself;
An oath to fulfill it at my risk.

An Ode To Prayaag

admin — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 06:23:44 +0000

The thunder rips open the skies,
And the land darkens as the sun dies;
When the titans clash with their might,
Then the mortals cower with fright.

The ultimate prize can only belong to one,
The great one who fears none;
Throughout the land, venerated will be his name,
And not even time will reduce his fame.

He must pass thru Isfahan’s Bazaars,
Proving to all that he is the market czar;
Stealing from the temple the Crusade of Destiny,
Disappear quickly he must from the city.

Many difficult traps will be laid hidden from his view;
However break he must from the Chakravyuh;
Even if defeat drags him to river Styx;
Again Rise he should like a Phoenix;

Only with his cunning can he unlock Nakashee,
And find the only map to prosperity;
But when the Evil Vizier bars his way,
With Guerilla Warfare can he win if he knows the lands lay.

As the monsoon winds shift their direction,
In the heart of Mumbai all have come for action;
With the veil of mystery uncovered,
The wealth of the treasure has been discovered.

For aeons have the guardians kept the secret,
Which thousands of hunters have come to regret;
For none is able to battle their Aag,
Can the One arise who shall be King of Prayaag.

Spring

admin — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 06:00:52 +0000

There is an unseen draft

traveling through my closed house;

the flame in the kitchen

is bending to one side.

There is a spring

somewhere.

Bleeding Borders

admin — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 06:46:14 +0000

Grip your guns, keep your eyes on the horizon,
Do not look at the sunset, the enemy's around.
Wipe the dust on the barrel, for its time now,
We are either going to live or die tonight!
Either ways these sands will be soaked in blood.
Stand aside or hold my arms, make your call,
If the bullet's got my name on it, I shall fall...
And when you get on that train, to go home again,
Take these letters for my girl, wipe the stains -
Before you hand them to her, take some flowers...
If you can - and tell her that I remembered her,
Even when the last day was on, even when I died.
And her smiles were with me, even when I cried.
That the dreams of the kids would have to wait!
Till next time around when my gun wouldn't miss.
And that in the end, all I missed was her kiss.
Here they come in hundreds, like arrows in the sky,
Look at Simon in the trench, do not let him cry...
For we are men, men in arms, men who live to die!
Hand me another gun, stay with me, stay low!
And when they ask you to run, just do not go.
All our men are spreading thin, so few of us,
Will we last till dawn? Will we last till dusk?
What is it? Why are you bleeding from your head?
Whatever it is, just stay and don't be dead!
Don't close your eyes, we can make it together,
Like we did that September, if you remember...
Don't fall so soon! Hold your gun! Don't let go!
Where are your letters, hand them over to me,
I shall take them across these bleeding borders,
I shall tell your girl that you remembered her...

Winters' Ship

admin — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 06:06:34 +0000

The light has changed,

turned clear with turning

of winter, like far seas rounding

turn their backs on continents,

and lifetimes.

Streaming into my whole house

like the ship alone voyaging,

this yellow light without heat;

what is left after leaving all else.

A stillness of deep motion;

as if I have died

in the best way to die;

as if I am born

and no one knows of it.

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Broken Glass

admin — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 06:02:20 +0000

    There lies my dream...shattered like glass pieces
     making it difficult to recognise
     which piece lies where
     some are large and some meagre to observe
     yet if I can sum up.. they are my life's desires

                          The picture in them changes every while
                          and its hard to even keep them aside
                          I bowed over to take a look
                          but.. these tiny pieces made my heart shook
                          Each of which I had carved with passion

    Like a painter's imagination
    I had chosen their colours with care
    Some were bright as pink and the others with hues rare
    And now they strike pale in front of my sight
    all messed up in dull white

                          I wonder if at all I should bend more
                          To pick them up and gather all again
                          But there lies a fear underneath
                          maybe I would bleed my fingers in the process
                          whatsoever.. but I would assemble my dreams ...

That Blue Mountain

admin — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 06:50:37 +0000

I reach here

beyond a huge mountain

at its deep bottom,

in this blue light

like an everlasting dawn.

All living past

and left behind,

feeling a mild remorse

and vast relief; free

like a successful hermit,

smiling to oneself.

We all reach here separately

and abide alone.

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I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

admin — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 06:15:33 +0000

    I felt a funeral in my brain,
    And mourners, to and fro,
    Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
    That sense was breaking through.

                         And when they all were seated,
                         A service like a drum
                         Kept beating, beating, till I thought
                         My mind was going numb.

     And then I heard them lift a box,
     And creak across my soul
     With those same boots of lead, again.
     Then space began to toll.

                        As all the heavens were a bell,
                        And Being but an ear,
                        And I and silence some strange race,
                        Wrecked, solitary, here.

The wait, that was too long and the one which continues...

admin — Mon, 30 May 2011 09:24:30 +0000

One of those days,
that I remember the most.
When those eyes gazed at my face,
I looked away trying to act like, in my thoughts I was lost

Those were the days, I was afraid
To decide about our relationship
When confused with mixed feelings I cried
Tough it was, to decide about crossing the line of friendship!

It all started with those silly stupid fights & the crazy teasing
Difficult to figure out now- when was that exact moment
The late traveling nights, the lovely singing
Or was it the replies for that every single sms with a comment

Was it him or me first?
I wonder if he ever even cared to think about what he half said!
It was me like a person in the desert, who then felt the thirst
To listen to those words, that remained forever unsaid!

Some times I wonder,
About the coincidences that stopped the words of expressions,
That would have otherwise helped me find the answer
But even now those questions have managed to remain as “questions"

Or was it the destiny? That deliberately made me ponder
days
It must be the game of God, testing if we can be together
And the very thought had really made me feel amaze(d)

It has now been a year plus one,
And the wait still continues
For me to understand if I am meant to be with someone
Well, even now I still have absolutely no clues

I am all calm now, not even curious
Neither do I worry about my clueless life ahead of me
Like everyone says - Yes, life should be mysterious!
Thoughts and worries have no space, when a life that I live gets as busy as a bee.

Evening Star

admin — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 05:04:25 +0000

'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.

I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold - too cold for me -
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,

Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Turning

admin — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 06:46:21 +0000

Turned by seeking

into a pellet of dye

I dissolve in the waters,

lose my substance

and leave barely a tint;

in the turning seasons,

passing years.

To make sense

they say

this is cosmic dance.

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

admin — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 05:03:37 +0000

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Fight

admin — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 05:45:57 +0000

Nobody had ever told you that

it was an assumption,

and that too a provisional one –

to help you along for a decade or two :

that things are supposed to make sense.

Growing old,

count yourself lucky if you can

snag some god or such.

Otherwise you will go slowly stupid

while pretending otherwise;

grown up far off children

will help only a bit.

If nothing works, fight

till your last breath.

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A White Rose

admin — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 05:07:29 +0000

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest -
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.